It was a rather busy day in the dojo, and a little blond boy was sitting down amongst a large variety of weapons in deep thought. Hansame had read that Shinobi were ones to use an assortment of weapons, though some had that one special weapon they preferred over others, and Hansame decided that today was the day he was going to choose that one special weapon. His original idea was that it would be easy to choose a weapon of choice, however, it had almost been an hour since he had arrived, and he still had no clue what sort of weapon he wanted to do. So he found an empty corner that was conveniently filled with almost every weapon imaginable, and began his journey of finding that special weapon
Sitting down criss cross applesauce in the middle of the pile, the small blond boy continued to look at each weapon carefully and thoroughly, studying their details, and imagining how they would be used in battle. Wearing a purple shirt with striped pattern stitched into it right around the stomach area, and a pair of plain purple shorts, Hansame certainly was a strange sight surrounded by all of the weapons like he was contemplating how to murder someone.
Sitting down criss cross applesauce in the middle of the pile, the small blond boy continued to look at each weapon carefully and thoroughly, studying their details, and imagining how they would be used in battle. Wearing a purple shirt with striped pattern stitched into it right around the stomach area, and a pair of plain purple shorts, Hansame certainly was a strange sight surrounded by all of the weapons like he was contemplating how to murder someone.